(Aurora's POV)
"I didn't say it was." He stepped back. "Go wash up. Then come to the dining room - Mrs. Potts left bisque on the stove and she'll be upset if you don't have any."
Ten minutes later I was sitting at the dining table with a bowl of lobster bisque in front of me, warm and rich and clearly made with far more care than the occasion required. Phineas sat across from me, relaxed in his chair, watching me eat with an expression I couldn't quite categorize.
"Gavin called me useless tonight," he said, after a moment.
I looked up. "What?"
"He said I let my wife go out for the evening without even trying to come along." His tone was perfectly even. "He seemed to find it very funny."
I nearly inhaled my soup. "Gavin said that?"
"He did."
"He doesn't usually seem like the type to
